Untangle a bowl of yarn

Or your tangled headphone wire…

we can’t trace back to “un-cute” the our first meeting

Or un-see the beauty of the sunset…

There are no take backs

or a rubber steady enough to erase the big wound

We can not un-cry all the tears we shed

And yet

the ocean did not fill up by our tears…

Nor did the Daylight choose to dim down for our sake

Our world was spinning
But life kept living

Life must go on

With our hearts in our bodies or in the hands of somebody

Life goes go on…

So must you. So must I.

 at the end you can’t find home in a body outside your own

– U laabo naftaada